Hi everyone! It has been requested that I post the sequel. Yay! There's little action in this, zero B.O.W.s, but I felt Revelations left some plot holes that needed to be fixed up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil Revelations, or its characters. I also do not own Tekken, or its characters, or Street Fighter.
Special thanks to everyone who requested this story, and to everyone who gave me such support with Jessica's Revenge.
Parker grabbed Teekay roughly by the arm and yanked her through the door of the hotel. They all managed to escape before the place went up in flames.
Teekay lay on her back, albeit uncomfortably due to the handcuffs that still restrained her. Parker gently rolled her over and broke the flimsy shackles. Teekay sighed with relief and one hand instantly went to her shoulder. She stared at the building, with Parker by her side.
"It's over." He muttered, "It started with Terragrigia, continued on with the Zenobia, and now it's done. Maybe now the nightmares'll finally stop."
"They're only just beginning." Teekay responded blankly.
She cautiously slipped her hand in his and he squeezed it reassuringly.
Keith clutched his leg in agony as he fell to the ground.
"Grinder! You ok?"
Keith nodded.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. I'm just not used to being shot in the leg, that's all."
"I, told you we should've stayed, in the office." Quint said, gasping for air from running so fast.
Raymond sighed. Alone again. He missed Rachael more than anything. She was the only one who seemed to love him for who he really was. Being with her was the only time he felt truly happy. It was a feeling he didn't think he would ever have again.
Teekay caught sight of him and grinned. With her bad hand, she motioned for him to come over to her and Parker. He crawled over.
"Hey man, you made it!" She said as she tousled his hair. He scowled and ducked out the way.
"How's your head?" Parker asked.
"It hurts a little." He admitted reluctantly.
Teekay gagged.
"Hold that thought." She said before turning away from them and retching into a dead bush, "Sorry." she wiped her bottom lip, "I feel kinda sick."
"Let's go." Parker lifted Teekay to her feet, "Keith's leg looks like it's getting worse too."
Both Teekay and Keith slept for most of the helicopter ride. This worried Parker and Quint immensely.
It was on the helicopter, while Teekay was asleep, that Parker revealed his own injury. A deep cut in his upper arm, just above his anchor tattoo, that went straight to the bone.
"How?" Raymond asked.
"Hunter." Parker replied.
Hours later, they arrived at the nearest hospital.
Teekay and Keith were each shoved on a stretcher, and the group went their separate ways.
Keith was placed in one theatre, with Quint trying desperately to keep up and understand what the doctors were saying. Teekay was placed in another theatre, with Parker struggling to work out exactly what was happening.
With no one to go with, Raymond sat patiently in the waiting room and hoped for good news. After a little while, he walked down the corridor and found Quint.
"How is he?"
"Not good." Quint said quietly, "Something about his condition being critical... I don't really know."
"He'll pull through. He's tough." Raymond assured him.
"They sent Parker to some other ward, to stitch up his arm."
"Oh. Do you know how Teekay's doing?" Raymond asked.
"She lost a lot of blood. More than we thought. Her shoulder's pretty bad, there's some permanent damage."
Raymond peeked into the operation theatre.
"It's no good! We're losing him!"
Quint turned pale at the words. Some nurses had to usher him away as he launched into the worst panic attack Raymond had ever seen.
"He'll be ok." Raymond assured himself, "They both will."
He turned to a nurse.
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know what room Parker Luciani is being kept in would you?"
The nurse smiled kindly.
"Yes. I was talking to him about half an hour ago. He was taken to have his arm stitched up. Follow me."
Parker looked terrible. He had a bandage on one arm and his hair was messier than ever.
"Well, can I give blood or not?" He asked.
"Normally, I'd say no. However, we're in an emergency situation. Since it's a small town, we don't have a lot of donors, and your friend is in desperate need of a transfusion. I'll allow it."
Parker breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thankyou."
Raymond knocked on the door frame lightly. Parker turned.
"Oh, hi Cadet. Any news?"
Raymond scowled.
"Don't call me that. Keith's in a critical condition. They're losing him. Quint's devastated and had a panic attack. I haven't seen Teekay yet. I think she's still in surgery."
Parker nodded sadly.
"Look out for Keith. I'm going to give blood. Teekay needs a transfusion."
"Ok."
Raymond sat outside the operating room Keith was in, waiting for news. It was an hour before he was released.
"Is he ok?" Raymond asked.
"He's one hell of a fighter. We nearly lost him, but he pulled through. He's going to be ok. Fortunately, we had enough A positive blood to give him a transfusion."
"I don't think Quint'd survive otherwise."
Raymond decided he should go and tell Quint before the guy completely lost it. He managed to find Quint's room on his own.
He stood in the doorway and Quint looked up.
"He pulled through." Raymond said bluntly.
Quint smiled.
"He's ok?"
"Yeah. He'll be fine."
Teekay was still in surgery. Parker sat outside the room, now with a bandage on each arm.
"How is she?" Raymond asked.
"Critical." Parker replied without even looking up.
"I'd say she's tough but..."
"Yeah. I know."
"How long has it been now?"
"Close to four hours."
"You look exhausted."
"I feel dead. How's Keith?"
"He made it... but only just. No permanent damage."
"Good."
They were silent for a moment.
Parker sighed.
"If she doesn't pull through, I don't know what I'll do."
Raymond put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"She'll pull through."
"And if she doesn't?" Parker asked.
"She has to."
